When I touch your face

I never know who I'm looking at

Please me and hold yourself down...

it'll kill you in the end

like sleep

just like sleep



And I love your face

but never know just where you're at

Leave me and knock yourself 'round

it'll kill you in the end this dream

this dream like sleep



"impossible", "Bride",

"golden mystery", "Prize"

I could never wait in line

behind all your other men

Where's it going to end, this scene?

This recycled dream?

When will you love being

whoever you really are

Elsa Green?



We are

chasing the wrong dream...



You don't have to take the blame,

you don't have to change your name,

Elsa Green

We are

chasing the wrong dream...



You don't need no cherrycoke

to make it through the day

You don't have to make your man

feel A-OK

You don't need permission

to love You anyway



Don't trust history to tell you anything straight....